Okay, I’m back in business. Since my Kim Possible fics seemed to be doing
so well, I decided that I might as well try my hand at some other spy fics.
And what better than Totally Spies? The main character, named after
myself, is the same, but it’s a completely different story. Don’t be
alarmed by some OOCness, most of my fics are full of it anyway. Alright,
now that that’s all taken care of, who thinks I should just get to the
story?

‘ ‘ – thought

( ) – author’s notes

***** – scene change

=+= flashback =+= – self-explanatory

The Assassin: WOOHP Files

Chapter 1

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Nate Sindel, assassin for WOOHP (World Organization Of Human Protection)
sat in a small box seat at an opera, calmly watching as the fat lady sang,
relieved that it was almost over. He did have a job to do after all.
Which was the assassination of the person in the box across from him.
Slowly his hand slipped into his pocket, and unzipped the bottom of it,
reaching for the long-barreled gun hidden there. Once he had retrieved it,
he held it below the rail of the box, and slipped the long silencer through
one of the gaps. His target never saw it coming as the trigger was
squeezed, and only the most inaudible of sounds was heard. The old man
felt only a slight twinge of pain as the dart stuck into the side of his
neck, and he was dead before he knew what hit him.

Sam suddenly found herself all alone in the
infirmary. Alone aside from an unresponsive Jacob. It took her a moment
to realize Alex and Clover had vanished abruptly and it took a little
longer to remember why.

I suppose that means theyve found the bomb, she thought. Alex and Clover should be back soon, and then thisll all be over.

Sam
walked around to one side of the bed. Jacobs gun and his shoulder
harness lay on the bedside table. His cleaned and pressed clothes hung
in the closet facing the bed. She pulled the sheets up on him, knowing
he would get cold easily with a fever. Just a few more hours and we can
all go back to normal, she thought. Dealing with thieves is one thing.
You can always catch them and return the stolen goods to their owners.
What Ive seen this past week is way beyond any of that. The bomb was
just the first part of Stephens plan. After that, events would be set
in motion that no one can reverse. Is this the sort of thing that Jacob
deals in every day? Not only looking out for himself and those
immediately affected, but also keeping an eye on the extreme-long-term
effects of his actions? I just dont see how one could manage doing
that on a daily basis without going insane, or at least aging
prematurely. I wonder where hell end up after this crisis is resolved?
Thats probably something 99.9% of America wont ever find out.

Tears are literally streaming down Alexs checks now, but C.H.A.D. doesnt notice, as it intently watches Sam and Clover on the conveyor belt. They are only 15 feet from the maw of the Blast Furnace! Alex walks right next to C.H.A.D.s computer.

Good Alex! I see you want to watch their destruction here with me! says C.H.A.D. gleefully. It then addresses Sam and Clover. Your pitiful attempt to wrest control of Alex from me has utterly failed! Soon the Blast Furnace will totally burn you two to ashes!

But Alex quietly reaches behind C.H.A.D.s computer and unplugs the telephone line. C.H.A.D. is trapped inside of the computer!

ALEX! WHAT DID YOU DO????? screams C.H.A.D.

She then heads straight for the conveyor belt shut off switch.

NO ALEX!! I CONTROL YOU! screams C.H.A.D. Alex pays him no mind. She shuts the conveyor belt down, with only about 5 feet to spare. Alex quickly lasers the hand and leg cuffs of her friends and gets them off of the conveyor belt. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks.

Sam and Jacob waited outside of the apartment building for
their ride to the FBI headquarters. The
rain had completely stopped a few minutes ago, so everything was still dripping
from the shower. The sky was still
gray. Sam wore her jacket and pants with the cheap shirt Jacobs friend had
loaned them. All it took was one look at her blood-soaked blouse to make her
accept the offer. She took another swig from the water bottle.

Feeling anything? Jacob asked.

My side still hurts, but the nauseas gone.

Itll take a few weeks to completely recover from that
gunshot, so try to avoid irritating it until then.

Will there be a scar?

Jacob pursed his lips. Im not sure. He said it was a clean
wound, and he patched it up good, so it should be minimal. Then again, Ive had
worse wounds leave no scars, and lesser ones leave some.

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